Well, more like sickcouch, but that doesn't have the same Victorian-esque and consumptive ring to it.
- Dear
staxxy: the big bag of "Feel Better" tea that you made me a while ago is a lifesaver. It's making my throat hurt less. Thank you.
- Dear Amazon.com: thank you for delivering my eagerly-awaited copy of The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray to me today. If I'm going to be stuck at home sick, at least I have a new book to read.
- Dear kitties of the household:
one of you furry creatures had better curl up on my feet and keep me company. It's in the contract, dammit. EDIT: Apparently the boykitties got the message, because both of them are curled up on my feet now. Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia, is snoozing on the other sofa.
- And finally, dear
stroppy_baggage: thank you for taking such good care of me.
Ugh. When standing up and making a cup of tea makes one feel dangerously woozy and tired, things are Not Good.
P.S. Dear everyone who has voted for me, thank you!